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second vividly—my cock sprang to life. I knew I would have to milk that memory forever because I couldn’t think of any way to make it happen again. I met Dana in college a few years later and never even considered bringing my fantasy up—even though images of her with other men occasionally flashed across my brain.
    Dana and I married and I mostly pushed the fantasy to the back burner. I got enough stimulation from seeing guys salivate over her when we went out to bars or on the beach. And we were always busy having fun in those years before the kids came. I loved Dana with all my heart and it didn’t matter that my twisted fantasy wasn’t going to happen. But then I got another taste.
    We were spending the weekend with another couple up in the mountains and one night things just happened . I realize now that our friends, Shane and Lisa, were looking for some kind of hook up, but Dana and I could not have been more clueless. We were all sitting around and drinking when things turned flirty and dirty, like they often did. I think I caught on sooner than my wife and I started playing along. I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but my brain was buzzing and I knew it was going to be hot. Somehow Dana and Lisa ended up massaging each other—I don’t remember those details—and one thing led to another. Watching the girls hook up together was hot. I was as hard as I’d been years before when I watched Maggie. But it didn’t carry the same sense of danger. I think that danger—imagined or not—is key to the excitement for me. Shane was not content to watch—as I was—and he slid right in there with our girls. Now things were getting interesting.
    I know they all expected me to join in like Shane, but I was perfectly content where I was. I wanted to watch my own personal sex show. When Shane started touching Dana there it was, that old sick/jealous/aroused feeling. It was just different than seeing my wife with Lisa. I thought I’d never really feel it again, but there it was and I welcomed it back like an old friend. Shane and Lisa pleasured my wife like she was their own sex toy. Dana went down on Lisa, and then the couple shared her. Shane ate her pussy and she screamed as she came. I thought I was going to pass out from the rush. And then the girls took turns going down on Shane. Seeing Dana suck another man’s cock—even if she was sharing it—blew my mind. None of my fantasies had prepared me for how hot it was. There she was, sucking his cock like it was all she ever wanted. Dana was handing me my hottest fantasy and didn’t even know it!
    Shane came all over my wife and Lisa licked it off of her. I knew I had to be in a dream. I dragged Dana from that room and fucked her like a madman. It was fucking, not making love.  Dana—sharp as ever—realized how much watching had turned me on and fed into that while we screwed. She is the best. Nothing throws her. I came quickly, but she didn’t mind.
    Dana was not Maggie and she did want to talk about it. She totally got that I was into watching her and Lisa, but I could tell she was surprised I didn’t mind seeing her with Shane. I don’t think she understood that was what really turned me on. I could see Dana couldn’t wrap her head around that and I retreated from a full confession. I felt like a coward, but I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of freak.
    We never had a repeat of that night with Shane and Lisa and it would be years before I fully confessed to my wife. I tried to accept it would never happen again, like I had before, but it was harder this time. I’d seen Dana sucking another guy’s cock. I’d seen another man make her come. I couldn’t forget that. It was a memory I could recall in vivid detail anytime I wanted—and I did it often.
    The kids came and we became parents as much as man and wife, but the desire never left me. We didn’t go out as often, of course, but when we did I made sure Dana was as sexy as